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Base_a Poem

BASE

I was standing with them before race

divine told us not to leave your base


this race began with the first breath

and would end with arrival of death


everyone ran fast as he could

lust of 'up' , many crushed own hood


pulled others legs in rush of envy

never heard mourns neither their cry


drank blood , some became very giant

I was wondering at the starting point


they were hooting me, you lost race

harmony, love, care, I didn't leave base.

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© 2020 Muhammad Rizwan

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